The musings of a Golden Retriever from Boston on topics ranging from politics, economics, health care and sports to New Age music, meditation, crafts, bird watching, chasing squirrels, rabbits, and balls and not to forget my all time favorite...sniffing butts.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Season's Greetings

Hi Friends,

I've finally been able to get my dad to sit down at his desk and write his Christmas cards to everyone. I also reminded him that he hasn't been fulfilling his duties as a good blogger to keep his posts current. In fairness to my dad, he has been working like a dog, which is an expression I don't quite grasp because my job is mostly making my packies happy, and I really love that job. Nonetheless, my dad seems to be quite happy to be back at work, but I just miss having him around all day to play ball with and take him on his favorite long walks. Okay, so they're really my favorite long walks, but the relationship is symbiotic. I have to do my part to keep my dad in good health.

I enjoy Christmas and all the pretty decorations, but one day I would really like to meet Santa Claus. He and his reindeer must be very quiet because I always seem to miss them on Christmas Eve. I never hear them enter the house, but somehow he always leaves me my present. He's a really nice man that Santa, and I would just like to show him my appreciation some day.

I also know that not all of my friends celebrate Christmas. My Jewish friends celebrate Hanukkah. They light candles each night instead of putting up a Christmas tree. They also get a present every night, which I think is pretty cool. It just boils down to family and tradition, with the emphasis on family. And in the end, that's what the holidays are all about.

So to all my friends out there, be you Christian, Jewish, Muslim or non-believer, I want to extend my very best wishes for a happy, joyous and safe holiday.

About Me

I am a 3 year old Golden Retriever who lives in Boston, but wishes he lived in Southern CA, although that's really my Packies' (as in Pack Leaders) wishes. I really don't mind the cold weather as much as my mom.
I was born in Ohio, but was adopted by my human parents when I was 8 weeks old. My dad gave me my name because he said I reminded him of his Uncle Harry late one night at around 2:00 AM when he had to get up to take me outside to pee. Apparently, Uncle Harry was not the neatest person in the world, nor did he possess the finest table manners. But Uncle Harry had a heart of gold and he was my human grand dad's very best friend for more than 40 years.